African Novels & Stories

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The entire resources, of a Continent, had been pillaged—to partially expose the Continent's core. It was going to take this Continent another billions-of-years, to repair its damage. If it could ever repair itself again. However, all living creatures were already dead by now. However, not willing to wait another breath time, and, with his trident firmly gripped, the Bloody Red Humanoid figure charged at the Black Being. This was going to be the showdown.

Omotola felt herself once again being carried across a dusky sky on strong hardy wings, but the wings were not her own, it belonged to a white-backed vulture, she was the vulture and yet not the vulture, she felt like she was just sharing passage, just an observer and not the one behind the wheel. she soared effortlessly on; her keen gaze swept over the West African savannah below, missing nothing.

I heard it's so peaceful, the people are friendly. Shit, I have to pack. This is the time I need my best friend and she is nowhere to be found. I am going to Africa in the morning. I jumped in excitement.

As a result, SMM can influence hotel chains’ way of building customer loyalty. 6.3 The rise of Airbnb Although SMM has many advantages that can help hotel chains in variable regards, it still could bring negative influences upon hotel chains. With the rising of the peer-to-peer platforms (sharing economy), some SM applications such as Airbnb have appeared (Zervas，Proserpio and Byers, 2017). At first, the expanding of this sharing economy did not draw much attention from the hotel chains, until those online platforms have become extremely popular (figure 2). Then the hotel chains began to realize these platforms can provide substitutions (e.g. homestay) for traditional hospitality services an

It was the kind of voice that could lull you into a daze, the kind that made you want to believe every word he said. “I’m telling you, Eleanora,” he drawled, the syllables of my name rolling off his tongue like silk. “This deal could make your company millions. The Morettis have a stronghold on African oil markets, especially in Nigeria. Their presence there is monumental, the largest oil-producing nation on the continent. Partnering with them would open doors you can’t even begin to imagine.”

"Thank you for being so thoughtful all the same." "Okay," I muttered. "What would you like to eat?" she asked, trying to brighten up the mood. "I actually wanted to cook something," I said with a shrug of my shoulders. She quirked an eyebrow. "Okay? What do you want to cook?" "Jollof rice," I said. I was not even sure if I pronounced the name of the dish well. "What is that?" "It's an African dish," I explained to her.

Slowly and terrified to look I was forced to listen to the delicious voice, he sounded so much like an Alpha my wolf had no chose but make me look. When I finally looked up I saw a man standing next to Alpha Maxwell with beautiful dark grey eyes, dark brown hair well maintained, well kept sexy stubble giving off a manly vibe, maple syrup coloured skin that you just wanted to eat up with your waffles. He looked like a sex God as he stood there in black jeans and white shirt that clung to his very muscly body. He was what you thought about when you think of a sexy warrior man. I wanted to run into his large arms so he could protect me from all evil.

and one day she crossed all the limits, she said ' Alessandro don't have Sabrina eyes , I like men with Sabrina eyes. HE so wanted to shake her up that tihim but refrained himself by telling himself that she's sleeping but by god , HE so wanted to take her that tihim until she claihim d hundred tihim s that she like every single thing about him and would not even glance at any other man appearance but refrained himself .

Ify rolled her eyes, hitting her lightly on the arm as she sat up. “Of course. I know what it is. Where's Naeto?” she asked. “Scavenging for food for us and… there he is.” Aisha announced and she followed Aisha's gaze to see him with a plate surely filled with Akara, bean cake(an African meal) the, and a cup surely filled with water, held tightly to himself; dodging attackers and hurrying towards them. Aisha quickly got up to assist him, bringing the plate half filled with Akara and dropping it on the floor beside her.